“Shut up,” Tenley says, but her tone is unbothered. I’m bothered. I gave her a damn ring—my grandmother’s ring—and she isn’t wearing it. In fact, it’s in the cupboard with the coffee mugs.
Finally, the loft falls silent. They have all left, except Tenley I assume. She usually tucks herself away in my office when I'm napping. I manage to turn my brain off and drift to sleep. My Apple Watch goes off a couple hours later. I turn it off, then tap the button for the electric blinds on the two windows in the room. As they raise and fill the room with light, I see Tenley. She's over by my dresser. She's wearing the Quake jersey with my name and number that she wore to games before she got a WAG jacket. And that's all she seems to be wearing. Her long, tanned, lean, bare legs are on display.
“Ten?” I say my voice thick with sleep. “What are you doing?”
“I’m reporting for duty,” she says softly and turns. In one hand is my pocket rocket vibrator and in the other, my lube. “Game day orgasm inducer.”
I am instantly hard.
She makes her way to the bed, standing beside it. I roll up onto one elbow, reach out with my other hand, and lift the hem of her jersey. Yep. She’s naked and I get an unobstructed view of her pretty little pussy for a second before she steps away and the jersey falls again. “I wanna blow you today.”
She stares at me. I roll onto my back and toss the duvet away. "If you're expecting an argument or even a polite 'are you sure' sorry but you aren't getting it."
“Finally learning I only say what I mean and mean what I say?” she says, crawling onto the bed on her knees and dropping the lube and vibrator on the duvet before leaning over me.
"Yeah. And also I just want to fuck your mouth so bad it hurts." I reach up cup the back of her neck and pull her lips to mine. My tongue sweeps through her mouth. She tastes like caramel and vanilla and I know she's eaten ice cream. I saw it in the freezer. It's as close as I'll get to the sweet treat until this run is over.
We make out for minutes but she's as impatient as I am, and she very promptly slides down my body and between my legs and wraps that annoying but pretty little mouth around the head of my cock. I sink into the bed, lying my head back, closing my eyes, and enjoying the moment. She is good at this. Really good. Her lips are warm and soft, her hand on the base of my shaft firm, and the pressure and suction and… I feel something slip between my butt cheeks all slick and cool from the lube. I can tell she's not as confident or as experienced with this and I have a wave of self-consciousness and wonder if I should stop her. I don't do this with everyone. Gabby and I messed around with it in other ways, and there was one bed buddy a couple of years ago who introduced me to it, but I mean, kinks are intimate, and being intimate with Tenley feels a little bit like stepping into a cage filled with lions and pouring barbecue sauce all over myself.
“Tell me if I’m messing this up,” Tenley says after popping off my cock for a second. But then, as her mouth slides back down, I feel the vibrator slip past that first ring of muscle and I arch my back.
The groan that flies from my mouth when that little silicon machine presses into just the right soft spot is obscene. My hands go into her hair and as fireworks explode behind my eyes, I fuck her mouth and come like a volcano exploding. Words hurl themselves out of my mouth but it’s pure gibberish.
“Well, that was fun,” she says after she pulls her mouth off me and swallows. The vibrator has already been pulled away.
“Sorry, I… I meant to warn you. I come quick and hard that way,” I say, struggling to catch my breath.
“It’s refreshing to see you so… uninhibited,” Tenley says and presses a kiss to my forehead, damp with perspiration. She starts to get off the bed. “I’ll go prep one of your meals.”
“The grilled chicken breast over Greek salad, with some sweet potato fries,” I command and then add a, “please,” because she’s not my maid and even I realize I sound like a dick. I’m just so worried about breaking my routine.
“No worries. I wouldn’t make you anything else,” she assures me. “Besides the other meal in there is baked haddock on wild rice with green beans and fish is gross. I am not stinking this entire house up with that.”
“You don’t eat fish? Like of any kind?” I ask, sitting up to hopefully catch a flash of her perfect ass as she heads down the stairs.
“Nothing from the ocean.”
“Nothing? No seafood? No fish? Lobster?”
“Nothing from the ocean unless a cow went swimming,” she announces and continues down the stairs.
“But… you’re from Maine!”
I hear her laugh. “Stop stereotyping, Nash-Hole.”
I smile. She makes me nuts, but it’s kinda fun.
After my shower, I eat as Tenley changes for the game. She comes out of her office bedroom and she’s put back on her sexy sundress. “You’re wearing that to the game?”
"Yeah," she sighs. "WAG group chat says we're all wearing sundresses tonight. Apparently, now we don't just wear matching jackets, we have themes."
“I had no idea,” I say but when I think back to last year… yeah I can see themes for outfits emerging. Maybe? I honestly barely paid attention to the WAGs before I got one.
“And Liv isn’t even here to do it with me,” she pouts. “I mean I fully support her going home to be with her mom. It’s just… these women are a lot and I get treated weird because I’m like the nepo-baby bride.”
I almost choke on my chicken at that. I have to take a big swig of water. “Nepo-baby bride?”
“I’m a Garrison and so I already had special privileges in this world and now I’m also a Westwood.” She sits on the stool beside me and plucks a sweet potato fry off my plate, shoving the whole thing into her mouth before I can steal it back. “You know that McDaniels' wife actually said 'Well sugar you were hockey royalty already and now you've snagged a Westie so what are we supposed to do? Crown you twice and curtsy?'"
